#MondayThoughts: Aftermath

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As the enormity of what those terrorists did on Wednesday sinks in, as their intent to assassinate members of Congress becomes clearer, it’s difficult to take a day as a normal thing. It feels like we are still in the midst of something, and President Biden cannot arrive soon enough.

The excuses and the normalization from Republicans are nauseating. The ones who have supported this Big Lie, the claim that a legitimate election was somehow stolen, when they know it was not, must see consquences.

This is not like 2016, where we have proof, even some of it from Republicans in Senate, that trump coordinated with Russia to “win.” And with a Justice Department not under his purview, we might discover just how extensive that help was.

No, these were lies created from nothing at all, examined and rejected in court after court after court. Did Putin aid in Wednesday’s coup?

I suspect we will find out.

So here we are, regular citizens of the United States, regular citizens of Russia, separated by thousands of miles and a system that will remove trump next Wednesday, whatever he says. I hope, some day, the same for you, freedom from an oppressive dictator, and the right to have a say in your own government. We’ve gotten a taste of what you live under these last four years.

And that’s it for me, here on this Monday, nine days from getting rid of trump. Have a great day.


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Her Cousin Much Removed
The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.
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#FridayThoughts: Wallpapering cracks doesn’t fix the cracks

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I genuinely considered just plugging one of my books today (buy my books) but I think I’d rather get some thoughts out. I’m filled with rage.

Most of it is aimed at Republicans who, even right now, are trying to smooth over an actual, literal coup into something benign, something that is the natural result of people demanding to be treated like people and have access to health care and potable water. Even now they pretend that the lies they’ve been spewing have no connection to the people who committed an act of terror on our soil, at our Capitol, as they screamed those same words.

I want repercussions. I want consequences. I want people resigning, ethics investigations, criminal investigations. I want the rot cleared out from the law enforcement offices that aided these terrorists, who WERE some of these terrorists. I want people held accountable.

We are on the cusp of a new era, and these people only have themselves to blame that we no longer care about their excuses and feelings and epiphanies. What’s done is done, may they be punished harshly by the law and by society.

This didn’t just “happen.” It was planned. There were shirts made. There were weapons and explosives found. They erected a gallows. They brought zip ties.

They killed an officer.

So that’s where I am right now. I hope you have a good Friday and a good weekend, but really think about how we want to move forward. Wallpapering cracks doesn’t fix the cracks.


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Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   
Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 
Her Cousin Much Removed
The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.
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#ThursdayThoughts: No #ThursdayTen today

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Sorry, but after the attempted COUP yesterday, an actual insurrection, I am too angry and still trying to process what happened. I don’t have the fun of a ten word prompt in me.

Armed white terrorists stormed our Capitol with the intention of kidnapping and killing members of Congress. And trump incited it and then encouraged them in the midst, telling them he “loved them.” These thugs did things like steal the Speaker’s mail, sit at her desk, and one person yelled out he’d pay someone a million dollars to kill her.

It was horrifying and ugly and disgusting, and completely, completely incited by trump. They found bombs and a long gun on the grounds; they erected a gallows.

And even after that, after these terrorists scaled scaffolding and tried to break into barricaded rooms, members of Congress repeated and reinforced the very propaganda that drove the insurrectionists on the floor of the Congress they’d just desecrated.

It was a terrible, terrible dark day, overshadowing the incredible work done in Georgia to flip the Senate blue. But they didn’t change that. They didn’t change the reality that President-elect Biden won the election and will be president. They didn’t change much of anything, really, aside from their own futures and the futures of the Capitol Police who may have aided them.

That’s it for me. I hope you have a far more peaceful Thursday.

#WednesdayWisdom: Nearly there

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I completely forgot about this post today, as wrapped up as I am in the Georgia Senate race and the attempted coup happening right now in Washington. And as I typed out that sentence, I realized the distraction is justified.

We are a mere two weeks away from the end of trump, and just about that to a new Senate, one where Mitch McConnell is the minority leader. Right now he’s hoping he’ll be remembered for opposing the assault on democracy he enabled for four years, but whatever gets this over and done.

Today will absolutely be dramatic, but the only thing that will save trump now is successfully overthrowing the government, and if we know anything about him by now, his best skill is failure. So we need only hang tight, stay safe and watch the nazis get hauled away by cops.

Anyway, that’s it for today, I’m just pleased I could pull together entire sentences. Have a great Wednesday knowing this is nearly over.


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Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 
Her Cousin Much Removed
The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.
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#TuesdayThoughts: Wait. Hang on. It’s TUESDAY?!?

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I am not sure how it’s only Tuesday, and yet somehow it is. The days have suddenly gotten very long, and not in that lovely summer sense.

Today is a historical turning point, and right now it could go either way. Keep us bogged in the mire, or throw us a rope out of this swap and into something so very much better.

Boy I hope it’s B.

It’s gray out today, threatening but not doing anything, and I’m not sure if it would be rain or snow. It’s quiet and it’s like the whole world is holding its breath, which, presumably, it is.

So if you’re in Georgia and can help make the world better today by turning the Senate blue, please, for the love of all that is not our government officials exploiting us and using us as chum for their own enrichment, go vote. We’re counting on you.

And that’s it for me today. Have a great Tuesday, if that really is the day we’re still on.


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Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   
Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 
Her Cousin Much Removed
The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.
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#MondayThoughts: New Year, New…something

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Here we are, freshly in 2021, on our way to something better, or so we hope. It’s been a rough haul, no question.

Tomorrow is the special election in Georgia, and just how much we can recover depends so much upon it. Mitch McConnell has already made clear he will hold us hostage, crippling the economy under soon President Biden if he has the power to do so.

I really hope Georgia refuses to give him that power.

McConnell believes that he can force Americans to blame Democrats for his actions, and it’s not outlandish, he’s gotten away with it for so long. He needs to go, and he can’t keep this hold over the Senate.

And once he’s gone, we need to ensure no one ever abuses power like this again.

These thoughts are not the thoughts I thought I’d have this morning but so it goes. If you’re in Georgia, please vote for Jon Ossoff and Rev. Rafael Warnock. Let’s make this country America again.

And have a great Monday.


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Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   
Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 
Her Cousin Much Removed
The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.
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#FridayThoughts: #Happy2021! And now, “In with the Old”

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Yikes, looking back at last year’s post, there’s so much I didn’t see coming, even as jaded as I was after three years. And now I’m extra happy to see it that year go. So much so, it almost gives this story I post every year a whole different feel.

In any case, I hope you enjoy it, and I wish you great happiness, prosperity, joy, productivity, and above all, health, in 2021.

And, in what is now firmly a tradition, here is a short story from my collection, Better Living Through Gravy and Other Oddities:

In with the Old

“It’s nothing personal,” she said as kindly as she could muster, “it’s just time.”

“But I’m not nearly as used up as they said I would be,” the other one said, “not nearly at all. I’m not wrinkly, or old – I’m kind of in prime time.” She gave herself an once-over, careful not to break her bond with the contraption behind her.

“Unfortunately, we really need the machine.” She sighed and tapped her pen on her clipboard. “We only have a few more hours.”

“We?” said the woman in the machine. “We only have a few more hours? You’re going to install that thing,” she gestured with her head toward the giggling baby making faces at the man in the white coat at the other end of the room, “and go on with your routine. You think don’t have it down by now? Daily dial turnings, just one click. Then you, with that pretend-serious look, yanking that lever. You think I didn’t notice you enjoy those lever pulls? Well I did. And you do.”

“Now come on, Wanda, there’s no need to be this way. You can go out with dignity.” She shot a look across the room to her coworker. He was too enthralled with the baby to get her message for a little help.

“What am I supposed to do now? I was huge, I was everything.”

“You’re sounding like a bad movie.”

“They don’t tell you what you’re supposed to do when it’s over.” She relaxed her grip on the copper handles inside her chamber, her visible gears going slightly slack down her arm toward her shoulder, the teeth just a bit looser. The worker took that as a good sign. She quickly tamped down her encouragement, in case Wanda saw.

“There are always retrospectives,” the woman said. “You know, ‘Best ofs.’ And there’s still plenty to do in the first few months, while people are getting adjusted. You know, rent checks, 18-month calendars, that kind of thing.”

“And then what?” said Wanda. “Then what happens? Where do I go? What do I do?”

“I’m so glad you asked,” the woman said, finally able to return to her script. “You see, we have this lovely facility, all of you go there, you know, when you’re finished. Here,” she slid a glossy folded paper from beneath the clip of her board and held it toward Wanda. “There’s even a brochure.”

The pictures were bright and multicolored, with others sitting and laughing, eating, strolling by the water, the patina of their clockwork innards glinting warmly in the setting sun. It didn’t look too bad. She nearly let go of the handle to take the brochure, to open it, to see what kind of crafts there were, as promised on the cover, when she remembered.

“No,” she said.

“Wanda,” said the woman, her tone sharpening, gaining hardness around the edges, “I’m afraid you haven’t got a choice. It’s time.”

She shook her head as much as the chamber allowed, which wasn’t much. “I’m not going.”

“But what are we supposed to do with him?” She pointed her pen at the baby, who turned, stared at them and burst into a full beam, his tiny gears engaging as he reached his arms toward Wanda. “It’s his turn now. Don’t you want to give him his turn?”

Wanda closed her eyes. It wasn’t fair, she thought. It went by so quickly, her lifetime of usefulness, her purpose, and now she was supposed to retire off with the rest of them, with some anonymous body of water and a dining hall and crafts. Though crafts are nice. But still, this was her machine, it was hers.

The worker had moved away, but she could hear her talking softly, her sentences interspersed with the cluck of her two-way handheld.

“No, no, I’m telling you it didn’t work.” Something unintelligible garbled through from the other side. “No. Clamped on, completely. Like a vice.” Again, soft electronic murmuring. “It’s like Oh-Three all over again.” More garble. “What? She can’t hear me. I’m away from the chamber.” Indistinct chatter. “Fine, fine, Trinity. Like Trinity all over again.” She waited for the response. “That would probably be best.” After a long interlude of murmur, the handheld fell silent.

“Umm, Wanda?” said the worker several minutes later, the ice in her voice retreating. “I’d like you to meet someone.”

“Not interested,” she said, her eyes still closed. She knew the truth, the worker had practically said so herself, with the conversation she thought Wanda couldn’t hear. She was only a number to those people. Oh-Three indeed. “What do you call me when you’re out of the lab?” she said, her eyes still completely shut. “When you’re talking to your buddy over there at lunch or wherever it is you go?”

“Wanda,” the woman said, her discomfort obvious even to Wanda and her closed eyes.

“What do you call me? One-One?”

“Wanda, really, there’s someone here you should meet-“

“Or Eleven? Do you call me Eleven? A number to you, that’s what I am after all this time.”

“I thought she couldn’t hear,” she said to someone, though Wanda wasn’t going to bother to open her eyes to see who it was. “I swear, I wouldn’t have used the technical–“

“Technical?” said another voice, a new voice, a male voice. “Technical? Really? Is that how you’re describing it?”

“Well-“

“Her name is Wanda, you know,” he said, his tone both relaxed and oddly engaging despite the rebuke. Wanda couldn’t help herself, she opened her eyes a crack.

“I’m Oden,” he said with a half-smile. “I’d shake your hand, but I understand your position. Obviously,” he said. His gears were slightly rainbowed with a healthy dose of age. Wanda thought they made him look distinguished.

“Oden,” she said. “So I?”

“Replaced me, yes.” He took a step toward the chamber, careful to keep a distance. “Flip of the switch and it was me in there. And you over there,” he said, and smiled at the baby, a real smile, not a put-on one.

“What did you do?”

“I went,” he said. “It was time. It’s how it works, you know.”

“I know,” she said, looking at her feet, so comfortable in the only spot they’d ever known. She glanced up and met his gaze. “I know,” she said again.

“The place really looks like the brochure,” he said, offering her his hand to help her to step out. She considered it, but didn’t lessen her grip on the handle.

“What about the crafts?”

He took the hand he’d been holding out and dug into his pocket, his gears gliding smoothly along. He pulled out a wallet. “I made this,” he said. “Stitched it myself.” She took in the uneven stitches and frowned. “I’m not a very good crafter,” he added quickly, “but they are fun to try.”

“Hmm,” said Wanda. She glanced at the worker who looked at the clock on the wall and back at Wanda, her face full of cautious hope. Oden set out his hand again.

“The sunsets are every bit as pretty,” he said, “and the best part is there are no more dials, no more levers. No more chamber.”

“But I like the chamber,” she said, scooting back to be further back within it.

“You like the chamber,” he said, “because all you know is the chamber. Take a leap.”

“No, no,” said the worker, “that’s him.” She pointed at the baby.

“You understand you’re not helping the situation?” Oden asked her.

“I do, yes, realize that now.”

“So what do you say, Wanda?”

She gave her chamber and the lab a final look over. She could probably make a better wallet. She could certainly make a better wallet. Maybe they’ll have pottery. Slowly, she released first her right hand and then her left, and placed it in Oden’s outstretched palm. The machine beeped behind her while the worker anxiously watched the clock, the man with the baby leaning, ready to place him.

She stepped out of the machine.

The woman grasped a crank on the side of the box and turned it furiously so that the chamber got smaller and smaller and the arms shorter and shorter. The man, watching the clock rather than her or the baby, placed the baby where she had been moments before but where she would never fit now. The baby giggled.

Without looking back, Wanda took Oden’s arm, and together, they headed toward the door. They reached it and disappeared into the flash of sudden white light.

The worker leaned against the machine, her hands shaking. “Happy New Year, everyone,” she said weakly.


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Her Cousin Much Removed
The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.
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#ThursdayThoughts ten word photo prompt: Goodbye

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It’s our last #ThursdayTen of the year! Which makes sense, it being the last day of the year. So let’s say goodbye and good riddance to 2020 with a ten word story.

Exactly ten words.

Inspired by the image above. Let’s close out this year right! Or wrong. Or medium.

So long as we close it out.

Ready? Here’s mine:

At midnight, even out here, confetti rained. It was over.

#WednesdayWisdom: Time goes

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It’s hard to believe December is over, let alone the entire year. Despite the endless Republican tactics to subvert the election and overthrow the government–and yes, I actually wrote those words as surreal as it seems–the month flew by.

Can’t say I have a ton to show for it, really, as consuming as this has all been. But that’s the thing about time, it goes whether you notice it or not, whether you use it or not. Forever away becomes last week before you even know it.

Usually that principle applies to fun things, to vacations, to anticipated events, but this year those didn’t happen. This year the holidays and trips and plays and special exhibits just weren’t.

And while we watch more Republicans working feverishly to prolong our agony, remember: this too shall pass. The time goes.

And there’s nothing they can do about it.


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Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   
Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 
Her Cousin Much Removed
The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.
And download Better Living Through GRAVY and Other Oddities, it’s quick and weird and FREE!
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#TuesdayThoughts: Closing in

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It’s very gray out today, it’s supposed to snow but I don’t see any sign of it yet. I’m probably the only person to feel this way (so much sarcasm), but I’m very tired of the pandemic, especially given this could have been under control but for the deliberate actions of a political party actively encouraging spread.

So when only some people take precautions, it goes on and on and on. Oh yay.

I guess I’m not in a great mood today. Glad the weather and I are in agreement.

At least we’re on the edge of change, even that which is being changed doesn’t want to go. Though that’s often the way, but nonetheless, it’s going. And that’s a relief.

And that’s it for me today, light week, light on the thoughts. Have a great Tuesday.


Check out  my full-length novels: 
Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   
Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 
Her Cousin Much Removed
The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.
And download Better Living Through GRAVY and Other Oddities, it’s quick and weird and FREE!
Peruse Montraps Publishing
Like my political side? Read my opinion pieces here.